In the arena.

After seeing the dozen or so beams of light released by Caelan, Monkey D. Dragon was completely convinced.

"Caelan-sama, please put away your magical powers."

Dragon looked at him with a wry smile.

The temperature around him had exceeded 100 degrees. It felt like he was being grilled alive.

He wasn't in any immediate danger, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

Caelan glanced around.

Wherever he looked, the people of Dressrosa were shouting his name, pirates avoided his gaze, and members of various factions were visibly shaken.

Clearly, the warning had served its purpose.

So, Caelan cut off the flow of magical energy. The dozen beams of light bombarding the ground from the sky dissipated instantly.

The oppressive, scorching heat also lifted.

"Hahhh~"

Dragon let out a long breath of relief.

Standing amidst dozens of beams of light—even without being hit—had still given him goosebumps.

"It's just a shame that the venue is ruined."

Dragon looked down at the sea of magma beneath his feet with regret.

The beams had disappeared, but the molten sea wouldn't cool off anytime soon.

Ten meters deep and covering the entire central arena, over 700,000 cubic meters of molten lava churned below.

For the next several years, this Colosseum would be completely unusable. You could call it destroyed.

"That might not be the case."

Caelan smiled faintly.

This arena cost a fortune to build. He had no intention of simply destroying it.

"Hm!?"

Dragon looked at Caelan in surprise.

Then, to his astonishment, Caelan plunged the golden spear into the magma.

In an instant, the heat from all 700,000 cubic meters of lava was sucked away.

Starting from Caelan's position, a deep black hue began to spread across the sea of magma, quickly covering it all.

In mere moments, the heat of the entire lava field was devoured by the golden spear.

The fiery red magma cooled rapidly.

The red turned to black. The blazing heat turned to a deep chill.

The sea of magma vanished, replaced by a field of smooth obsidian.

The surface was pitch black and polished like glass. Looking down, one could clearly see their own reflection.

Dragon gave him a big thumbs-up, sincerely impressed.

Not only was the Colosseum not destroyed, it had actually been upgraded.

Seventy thousand square meters with a ten-meter-thick obsidian foundation.

Durable, elegant, and steeped in story—it was a perfect arena surface. And with today's events as its backdrop, it was even more priceless.

"Thank you, thank you."

Caelan accepted the praise modestly.

Having both overwhelming power and control—that was the ideal.

Then, facing the audience, Caelan raised his voice.

"We welcome guests to Dressrosa, but I hope certain people can keep quiet. Don't cause trouble for me—and don't cause trouble for yourselves."

His voice wasn't loud, just enough to reach everyone in the Colosseum.

With that, Caelan ignored the audience's reactions and left with Dragon.

"Caelan-sama is so strong!"

"Caelan-sama is compassionate and protective of the people!"

The people of Dressrosa erupted in cheers.

They knew very well that it was Caelan maintaining the peace here. With someone like him watching over them, they felt secure.

As they cheered, they didn't forget to glare at the shady outsiders nearby.

"I'm warning you, don't try anything in Dressrosa, or you'll regret it!"

A local passerby shouted at Katakuri's group.

This was the same group who had stolen his seat earlier and slapped him for it. Too much!

"You little—"

Katakuri's subordinates glared, itching to retaliate.

"Don't."

Katakuri stopped them with a frown.

Caelan had just issued a warning. If they were the first to act out, they'd be the first to die.

He casually tossed a few Berry cards to the passerby and walked away with his crew.

They would stay hidden. No action until the artificial Devil Fruit technology left Dressrosa.

…

At the same time, what had just happened in the arena was already being exaggerated and broadcasted.

Morgans, who had sided with Caelan, published high-definition photos in the next edition of the World Economy News, putting Caelan's warning on full display for the world.

"What the hell!? The Revolutionary Army's leader was defeated that easily?!"

"Seriously? That has to be fake!"

The underworld and black market networks couldn't believe their eyes.

While the Revolutionary Army wasn't as well-known to the average citizen, it was very famous in the criminal underworld.

Their leader was widely considered one of the most formidable forces outside of the Yonko.

And now he had been easily defeated by Caelan. It was terrifying.

"He turned a 70,000-square-meter arena into a sea of lava, and then into solid obsidian?!"

"If you're that strong, just go beat everyone to death already!"

Holding the newspapers in disbelief, agents and mercenaries from various factions all gasped.

In the photo, dozens of golden beams connected heaven and earth, turning the entire Colosseum into what looked like divine punishment.

This power—enough to rewrite terrain—shattered their will to resist.

He was worthy of the titles God Slayer and New Yonko.

With fear and awe in their hearts, they quietly buried whatever schemes they had.

What were they even thinking before? Stirring up trouble? Fishing in troubled waters?

The thought of causing trouble completely vanished.

Trying anything under the nose of someone like Caelan? Not even ten lives would be enough.

In fact, they weren't just afraid to act themselves. They also became wary of others stirring things up.

"Hey, watch yourself. If you start anything, I'll cut you down myself for justice's sake!"

"Same to you. Don't blame me if I turn on you the moment you act up!"

Two rival factions, now acting like close allies, warned each other seriously.

Eventually, a silent agreement formed across all factions in Dressrosa.

Whoever caused trouble would be hunted down by the rest, restrained, and offered up as an apology to Caelan.

No one wanted to die because someone else decided to act stupid.

For a while, all the mixed forces quieted down.

No one dared to cause a single disturbance after Caelan's warning.

No matter how cutthroat or ambitious they might have been in other places, everyone here had the same thought:

In Dressrosa, under Caelan's watch… we are all law-abiding citizens.

(To be continued.)

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